"Ah, the ADHD again." Jonathan always brought that up, which was quite rude. Not as if Edward constantly commented on the progress on his stutter. Clearly Jonathan didn't care about manners, big surprise there. "You just can't stop diagnosing me, can you? I'll lay down on a couch for you some time, doc. Promise."

No promise he'd do anything but bullshit once he was lying there, but still. Edward looked around, mostly taking in just how lifeless this place seemed. "Do you ever get to sell anywhere people dance?" He rather felt like dancing. Loud music. Something to focus on.